First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Lady L., who had felt for his extreme agitation, and had ordered wine
to be brought in, now charitably offered him some, helping him herself.
At this mark of condescension he attempted to stand up; but she saw
he was unable, and would not let him. He took the glass from her; in
doing so, a finger came in contact with the hand of Lady L.; its touch
was like that of an icicle! He brought the wine near his lips; then,
pausing, laid it on the table untasted, and said, "Bit wha could yon
ha' been, 'at went oot wid a young gintleman, and niver cam' back, and
was big wid bairn!"
"Possibly," replied Mrs. Montgomery, "some lady, whose friends live in
that direction, and who had no intention of returning."
David took up the glass again; but it dropped from his hand, and he
fell to the floor with a fatally heavy sound.
Mrs. Montgomery rang, called, begged Lady L. to sit down quietly in the
next room, and not suffer herself to be agitated; then rang, and called
again. Servants appeared, the doctor was sent for, bleeding, and every
other method of restoring animation, resorted to, but in vain--poor
David was no more! It was the doctor's opinion, that his long and
hurried journeys on foot, the frightful agitation of his mind, and the
heat of the weather, had all together occasioned apoplexy.
Henry, when, a few days after this melancholy catastrophe, the subject
was renewed, persisted in his assertions, that he had never thought of
marrying the girl; that she was a perfectly good-for-nothing creature,
and, most probably, gone off with some fellow, whoever, perhaps, she
had been most intimate with; though it was not a week since the father
had had the insolence to threaten him, because he had spoken to the
girl two or three times, with legal proceedings, forsooth.
Mrs. Montgomery was staggered, and puzzled, and knew not what to think.
She wrote, however, to the master of S-- B-- school, but received, in
reply, no more satisfactory information than the certainty that Betsy
Park was missing. As to her character, she had always been considered
dressy, and fond of the company of scholar lads.
If there was any truth in David's having thought of taking legal
proceedings, his sudden death seemed to have silenced his intended
witnesses, for no person came forward. All, therefore, on which Mrs.
Montgomery could decide was, that Henry's profession should not be the
church, as had been intended; and that she would settle some little
pension on David Park's widow.
CHAPTER XV.
"Fruits, abundant as the southern vintage,
O'erspread the board, and please the wand'ring eye,
As each, from its moist and globular side,
Reflects a ray, varied by its native hue;
And all, through shelt'ring foliage shine, so placed,
To give them tempting freshness: while Flora,
Dispensing fragrance in the gayest forms,
And brightest tints, that once fair Paradise
Adorned, flings all the loveliness of spring
O'er autumn's ripen'd richness."
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